Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Jordan and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Marmalade to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fugazi,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dark Day,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eli Mardock,
Gil Scott Heron,
Deadbeat,
Ronan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Babytalk,
Gastr Del Sol,
Yellowson,
The Monks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Blackbyrds,
Donald Byrd,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jacques Brel,
Urselle,
The United States of America,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Silicon Teens,
The Electric Prunes,
Bobby Byrd,
The Techniques,
Talk Talk,
Heaven 17,
Lyres,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Spoonie Gee,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Crime,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pagans,
The Moleskins,
Wings,
Siglo XX,
cv313,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Knickerbockers,
The Victims,
Technova,
Warsaw,
Panda Bear,
Roy Ayers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Oblivians,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Parry Music,
Minnie Riperton,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Anthony Braxton,
The Stooges,
the Normal,
Robert Görl,
Kurtis Blow,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Livin' Joy,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.